And yet, I have impetuously decided to do Whole30. (The Whole30? I'm not sure.) I read an article and thought, hmm, maybe this is a thing I should do. It would be good to cut out dairy and sugar and to try to focus on eating fewer processed foods. So I did some further reading and saw all the things that you can't have: whole grains. (What? Those are good for you!) Legumes. (Are you kidding? They are very nutritious!) Gum. (Are you fucking joking?!) The verdict?
But then I talked to someone who did it, and she was very convincing. I talked to my mom; restrictive eating is her jam, and her eyes lit up as soon as I mentioned it. Their positive responses were persuasive. There are really two reasons I want to do this, though: first of all, even though Whole30 doesn't claim to be a weight loss plan, I feel like I'm at a point where I have to do something drastic if I'm going to change my body. I don't hate the way I look; I am fit and healthy. But I'd like to go down a size or two, and this might be the way to do it. Mostly, though, I want to set a challenge for myself and then surmount it. I want to do a thing that I didn't think I was capable of doing. Last year I ran a half marathon, which I once thought I was incapable of. This year, I'm going to do Whole30. And I'm going to blog about it, as a way to keep track and to keep myself motivated.
It would be nice to strike while the iron is hot and jump right in while I'm enthusiastic about it, but I'm going on vacation next week. I am going to have clam chowder and cannoli in Boston. I am going to have lobster rolls in Maine. (And dammit, I will probably have Funyuns in the car.) But once I get home, I'm giving myself one day to shop and plan, and then I'm doing this thing. I'll let you know how it goes.
